i never had my own idols.
when exactly did this TWEEN bullshit start? when i was thirteen, i sat around depressed and wailed about how no one out there understood me, like every other self-respecting teenager. then i went to the mall and stuffed my skinny little body full of high-fat, high-sugar treats and complained to my friends about how totally un-cool my parents were.
when i was twelve, thirteen, fourteen, i WASN’T a tween. i didn’t have pop stars only two years older than me whose biggest problems on their TV shows was when two cute boys both asked them out. i had claire danes and kurt cobain and SMASHING PUMPKINS for crying out loud. it’s amazing our generation is as … well … ALIVE as we are.
my point is [insert grouchy old man voice here] these teens these days, they’re just too PAMPERED and PANDERED to. excuse me, did i say teens? i meant TWEENS.




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